Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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“But it snows there!” “Usually people move away from a cold climate when they retire.” Sandra understood their confusion. She couldn’t explain the feeling of belonging when she had visited Taos and experienced the welcoming art community there.

The plane wasn’t even out of sight and she knew her family and friends were adjusting to her absence; life goes on. Looking out the window, Sandra saw the Florida landscape for the last time.

In the New Mexico mountains, temperatures were starting to drop at night. Closing her eyes, she dreamed of the first snowfall and knew she was going home.
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Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. Copyright Marie Gail Stratford

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Sumiko remembered her grandmother, sobo Kasumi, wincing as she knelt down at the chabudai, her gnarled hands barely able to hold her bowl and chopsticks. Soon, Sobo Kasumi’s arthritis pain finally reached a point where she couldn’t grasp anything, or walk. She faded away a little each day until there was no life when the sun rose.

Sumiko’s grandchildren now followed tradition by calling her sobo Sumiko. Recalling their laughter, she smiled while digging into the microwaved dinner at her IKEA table. Tradition, she thought, grateful for her fork, knife and arthritis medicine, is sometimes best left to the young.
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Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Copyright Claire Fuller

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He opened his eyes; he didn’t recognize this place. Slowly he remembered: the war between the old gods, the mistake leading to his capture. They imprisoned him in marble and buried him deep, where no mortal would ever find him.

Only they had found him, millennia later, freeing him from his tomb.

Just as it had thousands of years ago, the sun rose. Immersed in sunlight, he felt a stirring. Each sunrise would help him reclaim his life, his birthright. It might take centuries, he knew, to return this marble to flesh, but it was just a matter of time.
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